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Today while I was walking with my dog Pepsi, we take a route for summer. It is beside a railroad track, the evergreen trees are shooting up 100 to 150 ft and every year the owner of the railroad use would use it in the summer for tourist, coming and going to Mt Rainier, and if you are acquainted with the area, you could smell the cedar wood coming off the tracks. However today my mind was just wandering throw memoirs and I remember a summer fling I had when I was in 9th grade. I was just walking and he happen to jump out of the forest on his dirt bike, you know about that moment of glance that you know something happen, will that happen to us. Every since that day we would spend each day with another. I believe by the 5th week we were both falling for each other and we try to get away from everybody so we could just spend time with each other. One day out at the box cart, we were swimming and an old song of Bob Seger “Night Moves” played on the radio and I knew that this was our song. Because he was a little too tall, he could have really used a few pounds and I was dark hair-beauty with big dark eyes. It was sweet summer time, we were both falling in love, and we would steal away from the world not caring what our parents, neighbors or preacher was saying. When we were together, he would always kiss me on the cheek or on my hand. He told me one day that he was not going to force me to do anything I did not wanted to do and he said he would wait. As season change, I knew that we were going to change as well. When autumn was closing in, he told me that someone was going to sponsor him for professional dirt bike racing, but the catch he had to move away. I knew I could not go with him. No matter how much he begged and pleaded, I could not go since I had family and school going on at the moment. For 3 weeks, we cried and fought until the day we had to say our goodbyes and today I realized that somewhat of my heart wish he would come back to the small little town were a girl from the 9th grade was still waiting from him and hoping that one day he might just come back.
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